"Ah, he's not in the tower..." Lian Heng muttered to himself awkwardly.
Since Zhu Weiwu was not in Prison Tower, and there were no other men inside Prison Tower.
Then when he had shouted "good brother," who else could he have been calling if not the newly arrived Jiang Wang?
Who wouldn't misunderstand?
The fact that Jiang Wang had been willing to step forward showed more than enough loyalty!
But no one noticed Lian Heng's embarrassment.
At this moment, who could still pay attention to anyone else, or anything else?
Every gaze had been seized by a dazzling brilliance.
From high in the heavens, that spark that seemed to have splashed from the sun...
Had already fallen to earth!
It streaked through thousands upon tens of thousands of feet of sky, as though tracing the path of every ray of sunlight.
The clouds at the horizon ignited.
The air in its path ignited.
It trailed a long, slender tail of flame.
Everything it passed through, everything it pierced, bore its unique mark.
Its light expanded without end. Its flames expanded without end.
Sun True Fire descended upon the world.
To burn away these boundless mountains and rivers.
To scorch clean the Eight Desolations and Six Directions.
It was so resplendent, so majestic and radiant.
Man, spear, fire—none could be told apart.
Which was Sun True Fire, which was the Firewood Exhausted Spear, which was Zhu Weiwu?
All they knew was that they had descended—a part of the sun was falling!
That man seemed to have fallen from the sun itself, covered head to toe in blazing flames, shaking heaven and earth.
Revealing a godlike majesty.
The flaming clouds staining the horizon for thousands of miles resembled a dazzling crimson cloak behind him.
From there, it spread across thousands upon tens